Poems
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Kweensland. 2.
By Ellen van NeervenEver since the queen died, the 180-year homestead on the map
is haunting you, sitting next to a teardrop
body of water you don’t recognise.
At the end of her seventy-year-long reign, there will be -
They say “western sydney”, what they mean is...
By Sara M. SalehTo the people who came before us, who made themselves at home
‘in the tensions of these geographies so we might make our way beyond them’…
(~Natalie Diaz)
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Kweensland. 3.
By Ellen van NeervenIt was a mistake to collage what was already Yugambeh land.
The lyrebirds are reliable witness to where we used to live.
The national park is in doubt when our sovereignty speaks.
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Kweensland. 1.
By Ellen van NeervenMurris, your obsession with maps starts at a young age.
Makes sense when you’ve had land stolen from you.
You’re piling over the graph knowing you’re
underneath those imposed lines. -
Purging the Apes
By Benjamin DoddsAt first, it felt forced—
how to stow a chimp inside a poem
and safely pass through customs?
Six years of Pan troglodytes -
Bora bora
By Brenda SaundersDig your hand in deep, touch hardened clay
feel the spread of stamped ground firm and flat
trace the circles we now call bora -
woomera part 2
By Em Königjust like children i was
casting
spells in ancient caves we
hid used -
Star Swamp Meditation
By Scott-Patrick Mitchellearlier, full moon morning
white orb weaver
spun glow into view
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Portrait of a Genderkweer on Fire
By Ellen van NeervenAfter Céline Sciamma
Addicted to the sunset after burning
I gather with my cousins and lover and -
Entanglement
By Toby FitchI am watching myself untangle
my earphones, my body’s walk paused,
standing on the corner of Bedford and Probert
beneath mini grotesques on the roof -
An Address To The Shadow That Follows Me
By Jill JonesI’m still your goddess of crumbs and scraps, chewing on suburban air
Let me tell you, it takes some guts to do that
amongst these pokerfaced love shacks and villa clones
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Luring water
By Anne ElveyWith filaments thread by threaded hand
they delve into the mineral grains
& standing, lure water from the sand.